[Hook: 50 Cent]
N*gga you p*ssy you scared.
I can hear your heartbeat.
Why the f*ck would you come around here?
I can hear your heartbeat.
Yeah you know a dog sense fear.
I can hear your heartbeat.
You bark while we bite around here.
I can hear your heartbeat.
[Verse: 50 Cent]
We ain't cut from the same cloth, we into different shit.
I want the bread, you want the bit*h.
Come out your mouth slick, I'll get your hit.
My n*ggas hungry, they hit a lick.
F*ck who you're with, n*ggas'll dump a clip.
We 'bout to school y'all, waitin' for you to get your kid.
A quarter 81 felony on my last bit, kept calm made bond I'm on that shit.
You think my rap shit a gimmick, I ain't seen parole in a minute.
Truth be told, these n*ggas is hoes.
Once the shit set off, man anything goes.
Through the windows of your soul, the eyes never lie.
If he ain't scared to die, n*gga why would you cry.
[Hook: 50 Cent]
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
30 something and you ain't even open your mouth yet.
Social media is givin' cowards an outlet.
See him in person, say something, I doubt that.
Rather get caught [?] then get caught without that.
Trying to back peddle and stumble on the curve.
You stayin' at the [?], you mumblin' your words.
Literally I can see your heart pumpin' through your shirt.
P*ssy your whole life, you always been a bird.
Scared for so long its all up in your nerves.
You go 9-1-1, you probably call up the reserves.
And I'm killin' you first, If we ever do a purge.
And you know what it is Kidd, whenever we emerge.
And I'm tragical, traumatical, no match, Incompatible.
N*gga, you va*inal.
[Hook: 50 Cent]
[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
Money for bail, money to bail.
Dead or in jail, Heaven or Hell.
Fiends on my coat tail, snitches given court tells.
Kept fate when all hope fail.
N*ggas rattin' all they missin' is the tail.
Like Mickey Mouse.
Call me Mickey Mantle when I bat you in the mouth.
I bring them hammers out, we ain't trying to build a house.
N*ggas on them songs rappin' shit they ain't about.
I'm from the N-O, we don't scrap we bang it out.
Bang, I'm the one that came in your house for the chickens.
Left a n*gga brains hangin' out, like we chillin'.
Stankin' like shipments, over my [?].
Hump your security, Rida gang in the building.
[Hook: 50 Cent]